Tag: publishing

It’s the second day of Summer and the kids are swimming while I stand with my toes in the sea, enjoying the water lapping against my skin and dividing my gaze between the girls and the notebook I write this in.

It’s moments like these that I realize I should have pushed myself harder in the early months of the Te Papa Tupu programme when the weather was bleak and it was too cold for this. But the sun is returning and we’re in for warmer weather. Warmth = beach in my family; I often joke that I have selkies instead of children, and truth be told this is not their first swim of the season, that happened months ago when braver souls were still staying rugged up inside.

selkies

toes

But I can’t take my laptop to the beach, and I can’t focus on revision while I’m half focused on making sure the kids don’t drown. At least I can get my journal written though.

We had our final workshop last week. It was inspiring and heart warming and uplifting, and probably my favourite one yet. The camaraderie between the group was really special and speaks to the past few months of connection. I’ll certainly miss the regular catch-ups, though I know the group will remain long after the mentorship is over.

first draft

So here we are.

In some ways that final gathering felt like it was the end, yet on another level it’s definitely not. In order to get this book in to Huia on time I’m going to have to work pretty hard. Which is fine. I like deadlines and I like pushing myself. The hardest parts are still to come though and I have to acknowledge that my tendency to wait until I can see that deadline on the horizon – until I can hear its siren song calling me – before applying all my focus, is a bad habit that I’m yet to shake.

There is something heady about that shot of adrenaline that spikes your system when you’ve got a deadline heading your way. A breathlessness brought on by the uncertainty about whether you’ll make it across the finish line, a frantic pounding of the heart. Is this the wave that will slam you against the floor of the sea, or will you be able to keep your head above water?

Yeah, part of me lives for that.

But right now, it feels a lot like I’m walking towards the shore through the retreating tide. Each step takes effort, but it feels like I’m going nowhere, like despite all my efforts I’m not making any progress at all.

I’m mired. My feet sinking into the sand. Each grain is tiny, but they are numerous – like the issues that I have to fix in my book – and with the weight of those combined grains, it feels like I might never get out. Fortunately, I know from past experience that if I just wiggle my toes – if I work the issues one at a time – before I know it, there will be room to breathe and I can step free.

And then suddenly I’ll have cleared of the water. I’ll turn back and look out to sea and it will be gorgeous.

I certainly hope that’s how I feel when I submit this book.

Thankfully, it’s not uncomfortable to be where I am right now. In a sense it’s almost comforting. I’m claimed by the story, each plot thread, each snippet of dialogue, each chapter a journey, a path to follow, interconnected and overlapping.In fact, this might be the most excited I’ve been about this journey since we started. Like the fun times are done and now it’s all work. It’s me and the story. And my mentor, of course, my friends.

As Nadine Anne Hura summed up so beautifully during our final workshop reflections, we might all be in our own waka, but we’re not alone.

Cassie Hart (Kāi Tahu) is a writer of speculative fiction and lover of pizza, coffee, and zombies (in no particular order). She’s had short stories published in several anthologies and been a finalist for both the Sir Julius Vogel and Australian Shadow Awards.